Percy Thalia Ao3 Novels & Stories

One fucking moment of blind, reckless instinct, and now I had the Lyravha’s wrath—and possibly every single notable figure’s wrath in Aelor—hanging over my head like a blade waiting to drop. And the worst part? Even now, in the middle of this fucking mess—war on the horizon, my pack teetering on the edge of a goddamn disaster—I still couldn’t get her out of my head. Thalia. I dragged a hand down my face, exhaling sharply, but it didn’t help. Her face was practically burned into my skull, haunting me like an unwanted specter. She deserved this, didn’t she? She deserved everything, all the harsh judgment I passed down on her.

He told him, hitting him with the reality of his actions. Smirking at his reaction, he whispered what he wanted to leave behind but failed. “The notorious love of Aziel. Persephone and Zadicus.” He scoffed, to obliterate those memories but failed. “I am surprised they didn’t exile her on the basis of distrust.” He shrugged, turning his head out. Laire saw Persephone walking with Kriss, talking, passing down by the barracks, bringing a mischievous expression. “Tsk, fucking cowards.” Zadcius scoffed, curling his hands in a fist to think still allow their terror to manipulate them.

I tried harder, I couldn't see Thalia in my vision, I even tried to backtrack dates, and nothing except the times she was in the estate and the night I met her. I searched my memory, trying to recall even one prayer she might have made before the night I saved her. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Blank. As though she had never existed, which made no sense. Thalia existed. She's twenty-nine. So why couldn't I find her? What exactly was Thalia? What creature was she? Was she some kind of setup? Impossible! I would have sensed something suspicious immediately. I lifted a hand and summoned the prayer records back to me. Millions of pages appeared. I flipped through them, flipped through twenty-five

"No! I'm begging you! Just kill me right here! Please don't send me to Ironwood! Take me back to the capital and kill me in front of Lucian's tombstone!" A monstrous hatred instantly ignited in Thalia's eyes, and even her breathing grew heavy. Her pheromones also carried a scorched scent. "What gives someone like you the right to go before Lucian's grave? Don't think I don't know what that filthy brain of yours is planning. You're intentionally stalling for time, hoping that worthless mate of yours will bring people to save you, aren't you? Stop dreaming. He's never coming." "No! You misunderstand!"

“She just divorced you! Doesn’t she know what that looks like? She’s—she’s making herself look cheap!” Veronica’s lips thinned. “And who, pray tell, is this… replacement?” I hesitated, and that hesitation said more than words. Sora leaned forward, impatient. “Who, Aiden?” “Percy,” I said finally. Sora’s jaw went slack. “Percy? As in Percy Group—that Percy?” Veronica’s scoff was instantaneous, sharp as glass. “Impossible. Rue? With him? Never.” “She was with him,” I muttered. “I saw them together.”

In the beginning, I met a man... Lilith I want everything life can offer. Money, fame, anything... And I have it all. “You cannot make me get married to him, Father! I have other things to do with my life and Rayne De Luca of all people, he belongs to a rival family, what is going on in your head, Father!” My breath comes out in short gasps as I stare pointedly at my Father. The fact that he would sell my hands in marriage to a rival family is absurd and completely unacceptable.

I had almost run out of his study room when I remembered the main purpose of my untimely 'visit'. 'No, I wasn't going to back down now until I get what I want,' I mentally encouraged myself while gathering every last bit of energy I had left to face the fuming Greek god. In my 'unfortunate' state, I realized that the woman beneath him seemed to have stopped moving. Flashes of what could have happened to her ran through my head, and I shivered in fright.

Thalia wrapped her legs around my waist as I began to move at a steady pace. I kissed her, played with her boobs, and whispered sweet nonsense to her. I pushed myself up, flipped her so she was on all fours on the bed, and thrust my cock into her pussy from behind. “Fuckkkk…. Ohhhh….. yesss…. Yess… yes… oh. Cro—- yesss.. just fucking fuck me hard like that! Yess… that’s right…” Thalia moaned out each word with reckless abandonment. I liked how she wasn’t holding back and was talking dirty to me. Fuck! She’s so amazing!

“And that’s what eats at me. I look around and I see familiar faces, but I can’t shake the feeling that some of them have sharpened their blades behind my back.” He looked like he wanted to say something more, but instead, he asked, “And Thalia?” That name—her name—hit me deeper than I expected. I clenched my jaw. “Thalia is a mystery even to herself. She doesn’t know what side she’s on. But I see her. I see the war in her eyes. She's been broken, molded, used... and somehow, she still walks like she owns her pain.” I shook my head. “She’s dangerous. Not because of her skills. But because she doesn’t know how much power she holds.”

Thalia walked to the window and started whispering to her invisible friend. Mama, I’m going to my room. We have stuff to talk about, she said, then turned and gestured for the “friend” to follow. Thinking about all this, somehow, I fell asleep. I was in Thalia’s room; behind her was a blue, glowing figure. For a moment, I couldn't move. Fear tangled with awe in my chest, freezing me to the spot. My breath caught as the shimmering figure turned and looked at me, his presence somehow both soothing and terrifying. I wanted to reach for my daughter, but my body wouldn't respond. Don’t worry, Victoria, I will always protect her. His voice echoed inside my mind, gentle but powerful. His eyes glowe